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Alone, in the dark

I try to sleep

Beneath all the stars

I beg to dream

Without you, my love

Rest eludes me

I think of your eyes

As tears fill mine

Like black in the night

Your long curls shine

For all of the years

We are apart

For the tragic nights

Breaking my heart

I shant grow weary

My love, have faith

Home we will be when

Aurora starts

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